He had planned it out so perfect. Wait until she had started her jog then jump onto the treadmill behind her. This would give him the chance to talk to her without having to worry about her trying anything in retaliation. It was a treadmill, what all could she do?
Creeping up behind, he was thankful that the mirrors didn't reach as far back as the treadmills. She was absolutely blind to his arrival, which kept that special element of surprise. He waited until she had finally reached a comfortable pace before making his move. Running up, he cringed at how obvious the added weight was to the machine, he only hoped that her discman would blur the truth.
No such luck.
It happened almost in slow motion. Her grabbing hold of the side rails to lift her feet up off the bottom. He hadn't even noticed that she had cranked the pace until his entire body went flying off against the wall behind him. "Satisfied?"
Glancing up, Randy found himself staring right into a pair of dark brown eyes. "I thought I made it clear earlier that I wanted you to leave me the fuck alone."
"You did. But I've never been one for authority. Ask the marines, I'm sure that they will be more than happy to back me up." Randy smirked. He wasn't going to let her get the best of him again. "So face it, you're stuck with me."
"Let's see you use that excuse when a restraining order is put into place." The threat was obvious, but Randy doubted she would ever follow through. She was the type of woman who had too much to worry about then that. "Now I'm not going to ask you again. Stay the hell always from-"
"Don't waste your breath. I'll go. But I want you to know one thing."
"And that would be what." Randy's grin grew. Deep down she was slightly interested, or she wouldn't have asked him what it was that he was about to reveal.
Shaking his head, Randy stood up so he was somewhat level to her once again. "I'm going to keep watching you, not matter what you do. You're attractive, sexy, and my interest in you won't weaver quite so easily because of a few threats."
The ladies were always right, he definitely was an ass. But it still wasn't going to stop him from going after something that he wanted. His mind wandered back to the thought of what she would be like in bed. All he could conclude was that it would definitely be one night of sex that he wouldn't forget so easily. He envisioned her as dominate when it came to the bedroom, taking and getting every single thing that she wanted. She probably loved the fact that she could get men to worship her body too.
"I bet you're a top kind of gal, aren't you?" Randy was a little surprised that he had made the comment out loud, but knew that it would have come out eventually. He just preferred that it would have been asked at a time she wasn't quite so pissed at him.
And if she wasn't pissed before, she was definitely pissed now. "How about you pick whatever one you'd like. After all, the only way you're ever going to find out is in your dreams."
"Trust me, I've got it all figured out in those sexy." Randy shot back, his pearly whites flashing. He couldn't help it, she had so perfectly set herself up for it. "Would you like to hear all the details." Randy wished that he had a camera at that moment, the look on her face was priceless. Half disgust, have from being speechless. She honestly didn't know what to say to that.
"Maybe another time then. Hell, I'll even be so kind as to write my dreams out in a notebook for you. I'm sure after reading them you'd beg me for the real thing…"
"Did anybody ever inform you of the fact you're nothing but a sick, perverted fuck?"
"Many a times." Randy was almost certain that he heard such a comment almost every week. "In fact, if I had a dollar for every time I wouldn't have to wrestle."
"It's a shame you didn't. I've seen the way that you wrestle Mr. Orton. It isn't all that impressive."
That one actually hurt. Randy put a lot of effort into perfecting his craft, and he was a hell of a lot better than most of the 'superstars' on the Raw and Smackdown! Rosters. "Just remember years from now when I am that biggest name in sports entertainment that you actually had a shot at this. And that you were the one who turned it down."
"You know, I wasn't even really feeling up to a work out this morning. I seem to be coming down with something, but there was nothing telling me not to do my workout. I think you just may have found that reason for me." Grabbing her discman and water bottle from the treadmill, she brushed past Randy and headed off towards the change rooms.
Randy wasn't concerned, there wasn't any reason to be. She'd be back the next morning which meant he'd have another chance in trying to win her over. Whether she knew it or not she had just labelled herself a challenge, and he never turned a challenge down.
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